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by Ertzbischoff 31 Aug '09

31 Aug '09

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by Reitz Oppegard 29 Aug '09

29 Aug '09

Another pleasant morning making good that lapse. It was his habit to remain late at his office at least three nights a week, for Bones was absorbed in his new career. "Schemes Ltd." was no meaningless title. Bones had schemes which embraced every field of industrial, philanthropic, and social activity. He had schemes for building houses, and schemes for planting rose trees along all the railway tracks. He had schemes for building motor-cars, for founding labour colonies, for harnessing the rise and fall of the tides, he had a scheme for building a theatre where the audience sat on a huge turn-table, and, at the close of one act, could be twisted round, with no inconvenience to themselves, to face a stage which has been set behind them. Piqued by a certain strike which had caused him a great deal of inconvenience, he was engaged one night working out a scheme for the provision of municipal taxicabs, and he was so absorbed in his wholly erroneous calculations that for some time he did not hear the angry voices raised outside the door of his private office. Perhaps it was that that portion of his mind which had been left free to receive impressions was wholly occupied with a scheme--which appeared in no books or records--for raising the wages of his new secretary. But presently the noise penetrated even to him, and he looked up with a touch of annoyance. "At this hour of the night! .. Goodness gracious ... respectable building!" His disjointed comments were interrupted by the sound of a scuffle, an oath, a crash against his door and a groan, and Bones sprang to the door and threw it op

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[Spinne-developer] Bert A. Wilder, Executors, 10, 000. RHODE ISLAND, $318.70. Central
by Crofford 29 Aug '09

29 Aug '09

text. The sermon, however, was almost wholly about John the "revelator," and not on the text at all. The preacher began by informing his hearers that John was a very wonderful man, and the Romans wanted to kill him, so they put him into a kettle of oil and boiled him and boiled him, but could not kill him. Hence they determined to banish him to Patmos, so they put him on board a ship and sailed for three months over the great ocean, and then they got out the telescope and looked for three thousand miles further over the mighty waters, and there they saw the tip of a great mountain coming up out of the sea, and the great serpents were coiled around the top and were sliding down the sides into the waters, and there was not a cracker there for John. And so, with scarcely a grammatical sentence and with most unfitting words, he went on for an hour with a discourse full of wildness and weirdness, and full of untruth, while the people looked on with amaz

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by Bazzell Villarta 26 Aug '09

26 Aug '09

while I pray, lay your dear pretty hands on my head. It will seem like a parting benediction; a veritable Nunc dimmitas." CHAPTER II. "I do not want a carriage. If the distance is only a mile and a half, I can easily walk. After leaving town is there a straight road?" "Straight as the crow flies, when you have passed the factory, and cemetery, and turned to the left. There is a little Branch running at the foot of the hill, and just across it, you will see the white palings, and the big gate with stone pillars, and two tremendous brass dogs on top, showing their teeth and ready to spring. There's no mistaking the place, because it is the only one left in the country that looks like the good old times before the war; and the Yankees would not have spared it, had it not been such comfortable bombproof headquarters for their officers. It's our show place now, and General Darrington keeps it up in better style, than any other estate I know." "Thank you. I will find it." Beryl walked away in the direction indicated, and the agent of the railway station, leaning against the door of the baggage room, looked with curious scrutiny after her. "I should like to know who she is. No ordinary person, that is clear. Such a grand figure and walk, and such a steady look in her big solemn eyes, as if she saw straight through a person, clothes, flesh and all. Wonder what her business can be with the old general?" From early childhood Beryl had listened so intently to her mother's glowing descriptions of the beauty and elegance of her old home "Elm Bluff," that she soon began to identify the land-marks along the road, alter passing the cemetery, where so many generations of Darringtons slept in one corner, enclosed by a lofty iron railing; exclusive in death as in life; jealously guarded and locked from contact with the surrounding dwellers in "God's Acre." The October day had begun quite cool and crisp, with a hint of frost in its dewy sparkle, but as though vanquished Summer had suddenly faced about, and charged furiously to cover her retreat, the south wind came heavily lade

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